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Post by toren on Mar 10, 2011 0:57:39 GMT -6
It was a bright and clean day in New York. Clear blue sky stretched above the peaks of sky scrapers and sunlight gleamed and glittered off the glass and alloy of their sides. There was not a cloud in the sky, citizens were striding along the sidewalks with their coats hung over one arm in the comfortably warm weather, and even the congested traffic seemed slightly less offensive on such a nice day that drivers' moods lifted enough to alleviate some degree of the frustration. In mere minutes though, all of that suddenly changed.
Dark and voluminous storm clouds blossomed out of nothingness, billowing into existence from their centers outwards, with a deep and foreboding peel of thunder. Their shadows blotted out the sun and cast the streets deep between New York's tall buildings into darkness. The same coats so casually carried mere moments prior were suddenly raised above the heads of civilians fleeing for shelter from the sudden rain that dropped like a bucket had been tossed out of the heavens.
At the heart of the stormy nebulae forming in the sky high above, a vortex swirled into being, flashing with hidden power as thunder tumbled across the city once again. Then, from the depths of the eye of the maelstrom, lightning spat forth. This was no ordinary lightning though. The bolt was thick and steady, streaking down all the way to the ground to smite the street with a fury that sent pedestrians diving for cover and vehicles veering into each other to avoid it.
No sooner had this celestial strike occurred then the unnatural weather dissipated with the same swiftness it had manifested. The sky cleared once more to the state it had been in previously. However, the dampness of the brief bout of torrential rain was not all that was left behind. In the center of the street where the lightning had struck, surrounded by dented and impacted vehicles as well as staring New Yorkers, stood a young woman clad in gleaming armor. One gauntlet-clad hand rested on the hilt of her sheathed sword as she slowly turned her golden-locked head about to survey her surroundings.
"So this be Midgard..." The wide grin, resultant from truly embarking on her quest now, slowly slid off Toren's face at the site of the damage surrounding her "landing" site though. Instead, her lips twisted into a grimace. Perhaps her mother should have used her dimension-slicing sword to send her here after all, it would undoubtedly have resulted in a more subtle entrance, but her father had insisted that the momentous nature of the occasion warranted the use of Mjolner's might. The frightened expressions on the faces of the men and women still gaping at her certainly did not bode well for the tone of her initial reception in Midgard.
"Fear thee not mortals! If ye be not villains, then Toren daughter of Thor the Thunderer, means thee no harm!" Voice booming out with a volume disproportionate to the young, though tall, girl; the goddess held out her hands in what she hoped to be a non-threatening and reassuring gesture. In Midgard for less than a minute, and already she found herself practicing damage control for the first time in her life.
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Post by ariadne on Mar 10, 2011 2:48:07 GMT -6
  * all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center]
It was a nice calm but unusually bright day in the big apple. Ariadne however loved the sun, summer and pretty much everything that had to do with it. It being sunny however did not mean that it was getting any warmer. Nope it was still February it would take another few months for it to be actually summer. But then again she wasn't exactly in a hurry today. No she had just walked out of her comparative politics class and she was done for the day. And so she just had her eyes closed and she was enjoying the sunlight on a small bench. But she'd better go home. Not that she had to no, just so she might be able to finish her paper this evening so she'd be able to do some fun stuff in the weekends.
For now she was just walking down the street. Allot of people seemed to enjoy the rays of the first really sunny day in New York. It was still winter after all. But then something happened that she for one did not see coming. It came without a warning, and the weather man had not warned her about this one during last evenings weather report. No all of the sudden allot of dark clouds were gathering. The kind of clouds that you'd get scared of as a kid. Utterly dark and to her it only said one thing, rain.
She wasn't the only one staring at the clouds allot of people found the sudden chance in weather to be odd. Allot of people were seeking shelter and so did she. And luckily she found it right in the nick of time because a few seconds later it all of the sudden started to rain as hard as Ariadne had ever seen. This she did not understand. And she had not brought her umbrella so she'd be standing here until this rain would end. And then thunder once again, she saw a child across the street hide behind the leg of his mother. And then lightning, no ordinary lighting though. But there was no time to think about that.
She saw people getting out of cars as if their life depended on it and Ariadne moved with the group, though much faster and more agile then they did. A lightning bolt was coming right towards them. And when it came down the strike was immense enough to not only damage the cars but the road and various other objects as well. It left her wondering if that was even a natural storm, because as soon as the bold hat hid the sky cleared. Not his was not natural at all. You didn't have to be a genius to know that.
Some people were still looking at the sky, others at the ground. Which she to soon found to be far more interesting then the sunny skies. Exactly where the bolt of unnatural lightning had striked was a woman. A young woman who clearly did not fit in with the rest of the city. She was wearing some sort of armor. And a sword. No she didn't fit in at all. It wasn't until the woman started to speak that Ariadne understood how much unlike the usual citizen this person was.
She spoke in a strange accent that was unknown to her, she used totally out dates words that probably more then half the people on the street did not understand. And from her parentage alone, which she proudly yelled out into the street, she understood that this woman was in fact some sort of goddess. Not a good thing. She knew she had to do something, she could hardly wait and let the girl be taken in by the cops. Which brought her to another thing, did this girl even understand their world?
Why ooh why did she have to be the one to voluntary walk down this street where a goddess decided to make her grand entrance. Couldn't she have landed on times square, that way the avengers or the fantastic four could have dealt with it. Nope no one else was going to do this. Not that she was afraid of this person no, even though the girl was far taller then her and could probably kill her in the blink of an eye, she had no idea of the extend of the girl's power, she knew that someone had to walk up to her, and tell her to get the hell out of the middle of the street.
And so she did. She walked towards the girl, quite confidently to. Though she wasn't exactly sure what she was ought to say to her. She just went with a simple greeting 'Err Hello" she was a bit hesitant.
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Post by toren on Mar 10, 2011 3:49:31 GMT -6
Though it was unclear on how calming Toren's words were, they clearly had an effect. Several already-large stares were enhanced with even wider eyes while others were ruined by creased brows. At least many of their expressions were shifting away from fear, though shock and confusion were not necessarily too notable of an improvement. More than the message of her speech, it seemed to be the mention of her father's name that elicited the greatest response. A murmur of passed through the cloud like a tremor through the earth.
It seemed that her father's heroics in Midgard had not been altogether forgotten in his absence. Unfortunately, those heroics were actually about the sum total of Toren's exposure to the mortal realm. Growing up, her father had told many tales of grand battles. Some were from eons past, but many were also from his days fighting alongside warriors known as The Avengers. While they afforded Toren a degree of respect for the bravery of mortals, they did little enough to instruct her on the day-to-day workings of Midgard.
So Toren remained standing in the middle of the street, arms slowly dropping to rest somewhat awkwardly at her sides, as the mortals surrounding her continued to react only in whispers traded amongst themselves. Of course, her auditory capabilities were such that she could hear the specifics of their musings but all were merely that; none responded directly to her. Her lips parted to attempt further communication, though honestly she wasn't sure what precisely she was going to say next, when a young woman likely only a few years older than herself stepped forward.
"Fair meeting, mortal!" Toren responded enthusiastically to the woman's simple greeting, reaching out to clap her companionably upon the shoulder, though with perhaps a bit more force than was appropriate for a denizen of Midgard; she was used to interacting with other Asgardians and, while few of them even were as strong as her, Toren's own people were possessed of a significantly greater degree of physical fortitude. Glancing around briefly to see if her meeting personally with one of their own would dissipate the unease of the lookers-on, she turned back to the woman and continued;
"I hast made mine own title known; what be thy name, friend?" Toren inquired in a tone of far greater familiarity than any true New Yorker would normally tolerate from a stranger. Where she grew up though, while the pantheon of Asgard was not small, everyone knew one another fairly intimately. Besides that, she was still trying to put on a show for the mortals that they might recognize her good intent. She'd vowed to her parents to become a true hero for them before returning home, after all.
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Post by ariadne on Mar 13, 2011 5:29:55 GMT -6
![]() 400 by 200 banner here [/IMG] * all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center]
People were already whispering, gossiping more likely. She didn't quite care but she knew that the reactions were different from person to person. She was just glad that no one had started insulting the girl or anything else really. But the crowd seemed to have calmed down a bit at the mentioning of Thor's name which was good, less chance of anyone throwing something at them now. But if only the avengers themselves would show up. But Ariadne stayed clam and polite in the face of the rather tall girl.
Toren however seemed to be very enthusiastic about her being here in new york and about the fact that someone, namely she, had dared to even speak to her. She claped her on the shoulder and right there and then Ariadne was glad that it was her who was standing there. For any other person with less training then she had in her life would probably have fallen over or at least stumbled forward. For her that would just be one sore shoulder in the morning.
But Toren was being a bit to familiar though, not that Ariadne would tell her right there and then. "My name's Ariadne Murdock" she said. Though her sir name might ring a bell for quite a few people she was pretty sure that Toren wouldn't know that. She looked around to see what the others were doing, not that she really cared. But she knew that she did have to get out of the rode though. "It might be a good idea to get off the road" she said. She didn't know how much Toren knew about NY but people didn't generally stand in the middle of the street.
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Post by toren on Apr 7, 2011 6:18:30 GMT -6
[[Sooo sorry for super slow response. Lifes been crazy. Calmed down n I should be active now though.]]
A single dimple furrowing her brow, Toren slowly glanced around herself once more in response to the newly-introduced Ariadne's suggestion. For the first time, she really took in the nature of the horseless chariots to either side of her and the black pavement upon which they were stalled by her presence. She chuckled somewhat sheepishly, nodding acquiescence to her companion as she hovered up off the ground a few inches.
"This be a passageway for travel, then?" Her first words were directed specifically at Ariadne, confirming what she'd already figured out, before she once again addressed the entire vicinity at large in her larger-than-life voice.
"Mine apologies for the volatile nature of mine arrival mortals. I shall make amends at once!" With that proclamation and promise, she floated over to the sidewalk and alighted on the edge of the curb. Surveying the damage, Toren's smile faded into an expression of focused serenity, steadily raising her right arm. Fingers splayed and palm facing the earth she was connecting with, the goddess manifested several extremely specifically localized tremors. The ground rumbled and several cars that had veered into each other or partially off the road were vibrated into aligning back with the pathways she now noticed marked out in yellow and white lines.
Lowering her hand, Toren then closed her eyes and breathed in deeply as she held a rune of mending clearly in her mind's eye. The pendant which anchored her to this plane gleamed upon her neck, its own magical properties responding to the mystic energies she was drawing upon. Then her lids snapped open, irises gleaming as bright as the jewel at the hollow of her throat, and she exhaled.
As breath left Toren's lips, it seemed to be accompanied by a soft breeze that flowed out from her position and across the street, chasing leaves and motes of dust ahead of it. As it passed over the various damages she'd inadvertently caused, they were reversed. With faint pops, dents rolled out of cars as if never there. The scorched blackness of the street, resultant from the lightning strike, blew away like so much ash. With creaks and groans, several cracked thin poles and tree trunks righted themselves and knitted back together. Repairs complete, the breeze of the spell dissipated upon reaching the opposite sidewalk and Toren nodded contentedly and smiled gently at Ariadne, the light fading back into both her eyes and her necklace.
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